First off, I apologize to my friends and roleplay partners who've been left hanging. Any desire to cancel old threads is completely understandable.

I've been struggling with a serious health issue the past several months. There was a long period where things would seem to improve only to relapse, delaying things further. All that aside, just wanted to let people know I'm around again and to contact me via PM or Trillian - ironsoldier, if anyone wants to get things going again.

Belinda groaned out at she was looking up at the arena lights, the shouts and cries of the crowd being drowned out by the pounding of her head as she looked around slowly from side to side, only to soon enough feel Heather's hands upon her wrists and seeing the lovely face of her opponent...which she didn't get to see for a very long time. As soon enough her vision was engulfed by Heather's chest, pressing down upon her face and locking her right into yet another breast smother with the purple haired woman laying on top of her.

The Swede started to rock from left to right, shaking her head and inadvertently rubbing her face up against Heather's breasts as she tried to fight her way out from underneath her purple haired opponent.

Heather took deep breaths as she pushed her breasts atop Belinda's face, aiming to use the hold to just--relax herself a little with something that wouldn't strain her all that much. She pushed her chest out more,making sure Belinda's airways were completely cut off, making sure her breasts almost engulfed the girl's face. Her head was pounding and her body was exhausted, but she was pushing through to try and get her as weak as possible.

"Ngh...H-ha..i-if you can't take this--you could just tap" She let out, blushing more as she felt Belinda's struggles against her making her face rub up against her breasts. She bit her lip slightly, the movements making her arms weaken slightly at the slight pleasure she was feeling, trying her best not to show it.

Belinda was struggling quite a bit and Heather's words weren't helping at all, she didn't want to tap, not one bit but it was an alluring though, cause she was feeling pretty tired and pained right now...though the Swede decided to lay in there and tried to keep struggling, she'd attempt to push her arms upwards as she struggled and attempted to place her feet against the mat and start to try and buck her hips up and attempt to push them over, trying to roll her and Heather over towards the side to hopefully break Heather's breast smother.

This was the second time that Heather Sunderland had locked in a breast smother on her, so far Belinda figured that Heather was a big fan of them...and as embarrassing as they were, Belinda had to admit that she was without a doubt looking to pay Heather back for that.

Heather was struggling to keep her beneath her, squirming and writhing around as she fought to stop her from breaking free. She grit her teeth a ittle, her face turning more and more red as the hold went on. She figured this was as good of a way to win as any. She liked the girl, but getting a bit of a humiliating win always looked good for her.

Soon though, she felt her pushing, starting to roll and push at Heather' making the two of them roll to the side. She clicked her tongue, shaking her head as she squirmed a little, groaning out. She went to push and roll away, realizing her hold was no good anymore, taking those deep breaths still in and out.

Belinda grit her teeth as she managed to roll Heather over onto the side...she pushed her head out from those breasts, all sweaty and red as she took a few long and deep breaths, feeling Heather try and roll away though was not something that Belinda wanted to allow. The blond tried to use her hands to take a hold of Heather and attempt to roll them over so the Swede was on top.

She'd pant a bit as she'd look down on Heather and throw on a slight grin on her face. " My turn...." She'd pant out before attempting to push herself up and place her own generous chest down over Heather's face, looking to grasp Heather's wrists and pin them down to the mat!

Heather still needed time to relax and rest before getting back at it--but as she tried to roll away to do so, Belinda seemingly wasn't going to let her! She grunt out as the girl took a hold of Heather, her eyes widening as now she was beneath her.

Her face turned quite the deep red at those two words that she let out, yelling slightly before her breasts pushed into her face, smothering her right back just as Heather did to her earlier. "M-mmp!!! Mmmpnhgnh!!" Heather let out loud muffled yells into her breasts, squirming and writhing as much as she could. She twist and turned her body, desperately trying to buck her off--exhausting herself even more but she had to get out of this.

Belinda grit her teeth as she tried to use all her might and weight to keep the struggling Heather down and in the smother...she even attempted to slip her legs down and try to wrap them around Heather's legs in an attempt to lock her into a grapevine hold as well, as she'd try and push out her chest and press her breasts even further down against Heather's face, looking to lock off Heather from her air supply.

All the while her sweaty frame would press and slide against Heather's own sweaty frame, the crowd going quite wild, shouting and cheering for the two women in the match as things seemed fairly split between the two beauties right now in terms of the match itself and the crowd as well.

Heather yelped into her breasts a little as she felt her legs wrapping around her own, locking her in that tight grapevine hold. Her face was burning a complete and total red as she pressed her breasts firmly against her face, totally smothering her out. Heather had no way to breathe, wincing hard in the position as she kept helplessly struggling with her.

She couldn't believe her having turned the tables on her like this--the sweat from her face and Belinda's breasts smooshing and smearing around as her whimpers sent little vibrations into the girl's chest. She was losing it--her head spinning with how dizzy she was getting. She pushed all the energy she could into bucking her body, desperately just--trying to force all the momentum and all the strength she could into bucking her off.

Belinda couldn't say the feeling of Heather's face rubbing against her sweaty breasts and her voice trembling and vibrating against the skin of the Swede, the blond did have to admit there was a bit of satisfaction, especially with feeling Heather weakening underneath her like that, it seemed for a few moments as maybe the Swede was going to be able to pull out a win against the purple haired veteran.

The Swede was soon caught by surprise though, as Heather Sunderland pushed up with all her might and forced the blond to be forced off of Heather, she yelped out a bit in surprise as she quickly tried to leg go of Heather and roll away, she'd push up to one knee and pant heavily as she'd look over at Heather and narrow her eyes. " Hah...d-dammit, you just won't stay down, haha..."

Heather strained herself as much as she could, having to put almost all the rest that she had into forcing her way out of the smother hold. Her head was pounding and spinning and as she rolled back as well, she was starting to feel like she may be spent. "H-ha...Kh..Not..just gonna give you the win" She said, smirking as she groaned out, pushing herself up onto one knee as well--using that to push herself up more, standing fully with a little stumble.

"N-now come on. I'm not done. T-this is my win" She let out, confident in being able to finish this as she brought her arms up in the ready. She waited for her to stand up before trying to surprise her by getting right up close to her, leaping and attempting to catch her for a cutter--the grounded version of her top rope finish!